#jakepaul

Y/N was sitting on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding in her chest. Jake walked over, his eyes never leaving hers. He had a smirk on his face, the kind that made Y/N's knees weak and her panties wet. He sat next to her, his hand slowly moving to her thigh. Y/N gasped as his fingers brushed against her skin, sending shivers down her spine.

"You're nervous," he said, his voice low and husky. "Don't be. I'll take good care of you." His hand moved further up Y/N's thigh, his fingers teasing the edge of her panties. Y/N bit her lip, her breath hitching as she felt his fingers move closer to her core. She was soaked, her body aching for his touch.

"Do you want this?" he asked, his fingers tracing the outline of her panties. "Do you want me to make you feel good?" Y/N nodded, her voice failing her. She was beyond words, her body trembling with need. Jake smirked, his fingers hooking into the waistband of her panties and pulling them down. Y/N gasped as the cold air hit her pussy, her clit throbbing with anticipation. Jake's fingers moved to Y/N's clit, rubbing it in slow, deliberate circles. Y/N moaned, her body bucking off the bed. It felt so good, so right. He knew exactly what he was doing, his fingers dancing over her clit in a way that had her on the edge in no time. "You're so wet," he whispered, his voice full of wonder. "You're soaking my fingers."